Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
Ituana,
The Fall,
JFA,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monks,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.